With everyone so dead It’s harder to pretend We’re passionate for crime When chaos is the end But in the end there’s more An end without a means We don’t care who we hurt Because no one’s ever clean And how could we admit We only had your name It seemed more than enough To point and place the blame A scene no one could stop With hopeless in our hands So tight around your throat No words would understand Wrapped so tight around your throat Wrapped so tight around your throat We will not last much longer (everything we thought, everything we read, by time we had a chance the spaces had been bled)